I'm a bad boy, for breaking her heart

I picked her up in my 1995 chevy pick up, after her parents went to bed. We drove down every street in this little town and then moved on to the next. She was gorgeous, draped with Gods hand-painted beauty; 55 down 146 to the elementary school, down the long driveway, to the last parking spot on the left. Straight ahead on the dried up grass, looking into the woods i parked my truck. We lit up the nighttime sky, the windows rolled down, with silence as background music secluding us from the distant world. She stained the passenger seat with her sweet perfume, and stained my lips with the taste of innocence. Her long brown hair weaved in and out of my fingers and my hands grasped her soft skin. Her elegant stare focused into the deepness of my gaze and sent chills throughout my whole body. I could feel her melt into the saftey i gave her. She was a good girl and she loved me.